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a simple poem, a hard lesson for life, my modest poem.
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She was just a girl,an angel undercover,disguised as a frightened child.Shaken and shell shocked from the traumas she had lived through.On her skin, s..
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Trauma is a lot like having Cancer. It grows year by year.
It amalgamates.
It grows in the dangerousness
and seriousness of it. The sooner it is d..
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I learned apathy from my parents,
but deep down I was never ok with it.
I was never ok with the belief that mediocrity was the best that I could do...
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There is an emptiness in these walls,
beneath the skin,
the hallow of the soul,
in the pervasive nature of the mind.
I wallow here,
in these wat..
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Sometimes the truth is ugly.
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She was born to the Day,
but given over to the Night.
Her brain fizzled like seltzer.
Anxiety was a monster that she let in.
She was born with a ..
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The caterpillar ended a phase of it's life, as one thing.
It thought it would be the death of it, altogether, but it was not.
It opened it's eyes, a..
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I looked deep into the eyes of a Demon,
just to realize that I had been mistaken.
It was, an angel, instead.
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